Jerusalem Walks Leon's Walks

The only way to cross the narrow stream, flowing in a deep gorge, was by means of a wooden bridge. On the other side a path led through a br

My young nanny came fresh from the kraal, to work for my mother, looking after me and raising me, as she would her own child.

A high white plastered wall protected our house from the service lane, where undesirable characters used to meet and plan diabolical schemes

The typewriter The typewriter Her pale blue skirt, wrapped around the outline of a shapely thigh. Thora banged on the black Remington...

Krugersdorp is the source of all the drama in my life. That may sound like an exaggeration, but it's not. My story continues and as long...